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i'm so sorry, psrhynk. i know how much it hurts to lose a pet, and you really didn't need any more grief right now. i don't know how comforting it is, but maybe it will help a little to remember that he had agood and happy life while he was with you.

Sorry to hear about the Yorkie, pShrink. We lost our pit bull about a year and a half ago. I had put in for leave to be with him because I knew the end was near, but I was a few minutes later getting home from work than usual because of doing a last minute favor for a co-worker. He died 5 minutes before I got there. I've felt bad about that ever since. I know he was wondering why I wasn't home at the usual time.

My son built a coffin and we had a ceremony. Norton (the pug), who was less than a year old at the time, didn't seem to realize why Cain-dog wouldn't wake up.

Cain was a wonderful dog. Great with other animals (and kids, although I always watch him closely around them).

Well, it just never ends. My dog, Max the Mutant Yorkie took sick a couple days ago and we had to put him down today. His kidneys, heart and lungs were just shutting down.

He was a good dog. It's going to hurt to write Vivaldi for a while...

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Originally Posted by zelda_pinwheel

i'm so sorry, psrhynk. i know how much it hurts to lose a pet, and you really didn't need any more grief right now. i don't know how comforting it is, but maybe it will help a little to remember that he had agood and happy life while he was with you.

I'm so sorry to hear about Max. It is just heart-wrenching to have put down a beloved pet! When we had to have our dog put down, we arranged to go away for the weekend immediately following the procedure, because I didn't want to go back home without her. Sadly because of the time of the year, we weren't able to take her home and bury her there. It's hard when you're at home and still expecting them to come running up, always so full of unconditional love. It's probably been five years now, but I still miss her. We have a wonderful new dog now, but one can never replace the other. Mine was an akita. We had "his" and "hers" akitas, and she was my special angel. We just got a movie from Netflix called, "Hachi: A Dog's Tale" about a man and his beloved akita (based on a true story). It brought back wonderful memories, but yet it was hard to watch.

Anyway, all this to say that I feel your loss and I liked what Zelda had to say about it. Hang in there and cherish the memories.

Thank you to all. Max was the inspiration for Vivaldi in my stories. (VR was the source of the name and description.)

Instead of running up to me when I would get home, he would stay asleep as I walked through the house, screaming, "MAX! Where the hell are you?" Eventually, he would deign to flop off the couch and sidle into wherever I was, with a look on his face of, "Now why, exactly, would I care that you are here? When do I eat?"

He was a bundle of energy and would never let another dog within a hundred feet of the house, even though they lived next door. He once nipped the Rhodesian Ridgeback on the nose and sent him screaming back home. Fearless little bugger.

I'm sorry to hear about Max, pshrynk. That kind of news makes the tears flow.

I can empathize. Within a year's time I lost two of my beloved family pets. I lost my Yorkie suddenly this past Christmas evening. I found her floating, deceased, probably from hypothermia, in our backyard pool. She'd never jumped in the pool in all of her 15 years, so it's strange that we'd find her there.

What made the loss of my Yorkie even more strange, and so much harder to take was the fact that just the year before, on Christmas Eve night, my husband found our tiny long-haired chihuahua drowned on the bottom of the pool. She'd never gone near the pool either in all her 17 years.